adventchallenge 2010: 2/25 (for ddraigcoch)
Prompt from ddraigcoch: I'll leave the setting up to you, but something with a non-traditional family (friends, alternative family, bunch of people who might even hate one another who can't shake each other off... you get the idea) sitting down for a disaster of a Christmas Dinner.
Warnings: slash, het.
for December 2, 2010 (ddraigcoch)
The Sentherias, the Metrians, and the Erreals were notorious for hating each other. None of the other six ruling families had burned down the capital city rather than allow a rival family to rule it during their allotted time. Each of the nine families ruled from the capitol for a time, just as each family had their own land around the capitol to rule and defend at all times. Yet when the Metrians' turn came, the capitol mysteriously burned down just after the Sentherias left the palace.
No one knew if the Sentherias had done it out of spite, or the Erreals had done it to cast blame on the Sentherias and spite the Metrians with one move. Well, no one who was telling.
The other six houses had convened after that, though, and demanded the three families work out some way to get along-or they would be relegated to the common classes and lose all ruling power they had.
The three houses were now in a snit. Not because they hadn't figured out a way to make it seem they were getting along. No, it was because the way they had chosen backfired spectacularly.
Serian Sentheria, Merrik Metrian, and Ethan Erreal were in love. Absolutely, without question, sappy-kisses-beside-the-fireplace-in-front-of-all-three-seething-families in love. Their three-way, all-male marriage guaranteed they would never pass on their love for the other families to any children-unless they used a surrogate, which no one but them cared to entertain-but none of the families had intended the marriage to actually make anyone get along. Each had gotten rid of a problem child, and now their three problems had decided the solution to their families' troubles was a Yule dinner.
Together.
The other six families would positively shake with laughter when they found out.
Madame Sentheria eyed her son with mounting horror as he fed a piece of chicken-brought by the Erreals, of all people!-to his…husband…Merrik Metrian. Merrik was now licking Serian's fingers much more than was absolutely necessary. Ethan watched this with a hungry expression, and Madame Sentheria might have been pleased at this blossoming of jealousy, except then she saw her son's other hand slip under the table, and Ethan went abruptly red in the face.
She glared at her son, but he didn't spare her a glance. So Madame Sentheria looked around to see if anyone else was watching this travesty.
Lord Metrian looked closer to a heart-attack than his wife dared to think. She cleared her throat in as ladylike a fashion as she could, but her son was still licking that Sentheria boy's fingers as if he liked doing so. Her son was such an embarrassment! He was killing his father, acting some common whore-and in public! The nerve of him!
Ethel Erreal was fourteen years old, and burying laughter in her wine cup. Across the table, she saw a boy who looked near her age, who seemed to be in a similar position. She met his eyes, and then nodded at her distinguished-looking uncle, who was scraping silverware across his plate in a vain effort to catch Ethel's big brother's attention from where he was gripping the arms of his chair and breathing heavily against Serian's shoulder. The boy-a Sentheria, by the look of his dark hair and light eyes-nodded, then tilted his head at Madame Sentheria, who was absolutely red in the face. Ethel giggled, then covered it with a cough. Finally, she asked if she could be excused.
The boy appeared in the side hall a few moments later. The two peered through a tapestry curtain at the table of oblivious lovers and enraged family. "I'm Sal," the boy said, glancing at her before looking back through the curtain.
"Ethel," she replied, giving a curt nod and ignoring the fluttering in her chest. "Nice to meet you."
"You too." He grinned at her, then bit his lip and motioned through the curtain. "Let's not wait till the next family reunion to meet up."
Ethel snickered. "Shall I bring my uncle?"
"Only if I can bring my mother. She'll have a fit!"
Both laughed, smothering the sounds in their sleeves. Then Sal got a wicked gleam in his eye. "What do you think it would take to start a food fight?"
Ethel glanced out the curtain. Her brother and his husbands were being tacky, and all three families were positively chafing at the bounds of politeness. She grinned. "Let's go find out."
Warnings: slash, het.
for December 2, 2010 (ddraigcoch)
The Sentherias, the Metrians, and the Erreals were notorious for hating each other. None of the other six ruling families had burned down the capital city rather than allow a rival family to rule it during their allotted time. Each of the nine families ruled from the capitol for a time, just as each family had their own land around the capitol to rule and defend at all times. Yet when the Metrians' turn came, the capitol mysteriously burned down just after the Sentherias left the palace.
No one knew if the Sentherias had done it out of spite, or the Erreals had done it to cast blame on the Sentherias and spite the Metrians with one move. Well, no one who was telling.
The other six houses had convened after that, though, and demanded the three families work out some way to get along-or they would be relegated to the common classes and lose all ruling power they had.
The three houses were now in a snit. Not because they hadn't figured out a way to make it seem they were getting along. No, it was because the way they had chosen backfired spectacularly.
Serian Sentheria, Merrik Metrian, and Ethan Erreal were in love. Absolutely, without question, sappy-kisses-beside-the-fireplace-in-front-of-all-three-seething-families in love. Their three-way, all-male marriage guaranteed they would never pass on their love for the other families to any children-unless they used a surrogate, which no one but them cared to entertain-but none of the families had intended the marriage to actually make anyone get along. Each had gotten rid of a problem child, and now their three problems had decided the solution to their families' troubles was a Yule dinner.
Together.
The other six families would positively shake with laughter when they found out.
Madame Sentheria eyed her son with mounting horror as he fed a piece of chicken-brought by the Erreals, of all people!-to his…husband…Merrik Metrian. Merrik was now licking Serian's fingers much more than was absolutely necessary. Ethan watched this with a hungry expression, and Madame Sentheria might have been pleased at this blossoming of jealousy, except then she saw her son's other hand slip under the table, and Ethan went abruptly red in the face.
She glared at her son, but he didn't spare her a glance. So Madame Sentheria looked around to see if anyone else was watching this travesty.
Lord Metrian looked closer to a heart-attack than his wife dared to think. She cleared her throat in as ladylike a fashion as she could, but her son was still licking that Sentheria boy's fingers as if he liked doing so. Her son was such an embarrassment! He was killing his father, acting some common whore-and in public! The nerve of him!
Ethel Erreal was fourteen years old, and burying laughter in her wine cup. Across the table, she saw a boy who looked near her age, who seemed to be in a similar position. She met his eyes, and then nodded at her distinguished-looking uncle, who was scraping silverware across his plate in a vain effort to catch Ethel's big brother's attention from where he was gripping the arms of his chair and breathing heavily against Serian's shoulder. The boy-a Sentheria, by the look of his dark hair and light eyes-nodded, then tilted his head at Madame Sentheria, who was absolutely red in the face. Ethel giggled, then covered it with a cough. Finally, she asked if she could be excused.
The boy appeared in the side hall a few moments later. The two peered through a tapestry curtain at the table of oblivious lovers and enraged family. "I'm Sal," the boy said, glancing at her before looking back through the curtain.
"Ethel," she replied, giving a curt nod and ignoring the fluttering in her chest. "Nice to meet you."
"You too." He grinned at her, then bit his lip and motioned through the curtain. "Let's not wait till the next family reunion to meet up."
Ethel snickered. "Shall I bring my uncle?"
"Only if I can bring my mother. She'll have a fit!"
Both laughed, smothering the sounds in their sleeves. Then Sal got a wicked gleam in his eye. "What do you think it would take to start a food fight?"
Ethel glanced out the curtain. Her brother and his husbands were being tacky, and all three families were positively chafing at the bounds of politeness. She grinned. "Let's go find out."